Day Eleven
I know that words can clarify, and that words can obscure. It is sometimes obscure words that clarify (poetry)… and clear words, or rather, formulations (legalese) that obscure. Whether words obscure or clarify has something to do with intention.
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I’m not going to try to formulate the question of the Tarot that I asked on day nine, because it seems that the part of me that might be able to do that is presently blocked. I’ll let the images speak for themselves. Perhaps the question, in words, will come to me one of these days, of its own accord. For now, I have a sense for the archetypal energies depicted, and how they might relate to one another.
A remark on Day 10: I am a bit disturbed that I expressed interest in something I referred to as “conscious hypocrisy”. I suppose the existence of conscious hypocrisy is inevitable: if hypocrisy is often unconscious… at some point, consciousness shines a light on it. Oh shame! It’s hard to sit with that discovery. And the way to make amends may not be clear. Sometimes, we need to help one another. Can I trust another enough (will they kill me or not?) to be able to reveal to them that I have been living deceitfully, and I don’t know the way out of the web of lies, woven in secret agreement — by “secret” I mean “unconscious”, secret to ourselves — with others both living and dead… can I risk telling the truth (attempting to tell, something close to truth) the part of truth that I have limited access to, about this in which I, in which we, are caught? Can I take responsibility for my part without taking blame for the whole thing? Can I take responsibility for the whole thing without blaming myself or anyone?
